"I," Donald's expression was awkward, so he simply kept his mouth shut.
Standing beside Donald, Huozi watched as the beautiful Shen Tong obediently stood next to Lin Mo. Unable to restrain himself, he clenched his fists, his gaze filled with hostility as he stared at Lin Mo.
Yet Lin Mo ignored him from start to finish, suddenly focusing his gaze on the entrance.
"Should I call you Mr. Lin, or should I address you as Master Lin of the Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall?"
At the doorway, an icy voice suddenly emerged, and a particularly handsome young man slowly walked in, accompanied by four stern-looking bodyguards in suits.
"Ninth Prince."
Upon seeing the approaching young man, Lin Mo immediately recognized the identity of the other party, with sharp gleams in his eyes.
"Mr. Lin," the Ninth
Prince looked at Lin Mo, his deep eyes like beams of light, focused on Lin Mo, with a peculiar smile on his lips.
"That big shot behind Donald must be the Ninth Prince, right?"
